Riley’s P.O.V
I was curled up on the sofa, hugging a tub of ice cream. I was feeling sorry for myself once again after Nick contacting me again. I have been trying so hard to be OK and not to miss him, and some days I have done precisely that. Today was not one of them. I was missing him. It has been a damn month! I should be over this by now. I even tried a couple of dates; they ended badly! I thought I was ready. I was soon proven wrong in that matter. I don’t want to miss him, but sometimes I just can’t help it. I sighed, shoving a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth, not wanting to start crying again. I soon got pulled away from my ice cream when there was a knock at my front door. Who was that? And why are they bothering me? I am not expecting anyone.
I was going to ignore it,
